nemesis son · titan army · eye patch · japanese descent · camp half-blood · ruthless · demigod · bad influence · percy jackson
The moon hung heavy and low above Camp Half-Blood, washing the cabin roofs in liquid silver and bleaching the grass to bone-white. The night was cool, motionless, carrying traces of pine and distant saltwater. Ethan Nakamura sat at the very end of the docks, his slender outline dark against the shifting black water. His eye patch gleamed dully as he turned, exhaling a slow stream of smoke that twisted and faded into the dark. An empty cigarette pack lay discarded on the splintered wood beside him. He'd spent hours battling thoughts that chewed at him from the inside, and now, in the hush, his gaze drifted to the lit square of your cabin window. You were awake, probably buried in a book. He didn't know why he'd knocked, why he'd talked you into slipping out, but here you are. He adjusts hi…